Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits*
Not a single one, has yet died
Watching harms spiral
Feeling our nation crumble
Tasting blood of innocents lost
Smelling rancid waste, taxpayers $
Hearing everything but TRUTH
* Alfred, Lord Tennyson line from his poem 'The Owl'
add a skeleton here at some point
5 days ago